#Forever Lyrics

When my flesh and bones become dust

I will live forever

Through my endeavors, my soul thrust

Through the speakers, severing

The banks of your memories

Melodies is heavenly

Who fucking with Prhyme, Kel, and me?

Y’all ain’t really on Alumni pedigree

Adolf, Tyson, Travolta, Madoff

I hate y’all, I’ll gas y’all

Take your money, rip your ear and your face off

Van Gogh, artist, infirmary, my bars sick

So high I’m like a Martian

On fire, arson

Stop with all that nonsense

Detach your brain from your conscience

Like Jigga, Yeezy, and Nicki Minaj

And I am so fucking monstrous

Whoo

And I ain’t talking Rick Flair

Whoo

I can feel it in the air

Shark in the water, I can smell that fear

Suicide your career

You will die, tatted tears

K.O., Vladimir Klitschko

Shatter mirrors

Bad luck, seven years

Anybody wanna come and test my kin

A clique, I’ll die for them

Since ’04 they been closing doors

But like po-po we kicking ‘em in

Shit, who you calling a prick, bitch?

If you really wanna get down to business

I could fill me up a hypo

With the shit that killed Michael

And show you what a prick is

I’ma be the biggest asshole that you’ve ever seen

The nightmare that you never dreamed

Until you feel your head severing

You better scream ‘cause

My Freddy glove got machete fingers

On everything, cuz

I’m dumb enough to say that to an OG Blood

While I give him mean mugs

As I’m thuggin’ in my skinny jeans

And my lime green Uggs

I’m a God damn monster on the mic

Following my hype

Already high, swallowing a Vic

What type of question is that

To ask to a psychopath?

Bitch, of course I wanna fight

Alumni falling in behind

Partners in crime

Why the fuck you think they call me Prhyme?

Last name, Suspect

Time for the gut check, fuckstick

You got something on your mind?

Try and cross our path

Guaranteed, you’ll get fucking smashed

Rest in pieces, cut in half

It’s my team, fuck a backpack

Cleaned in a bloodbath

The three best friends that anyone could have

And I’ll put my money on my two brothers any day

No matter how fucking many stray

Guess we’re back down to three

Still don’t sound incomplete

Shit, how many corners does an A have anyway?

Motherfuckers done drew a line in the sand

I’m the type of man that’ll die for his fam

It’s called loyalty

Do you really wanna fuck with three

Massive assholes with a mic in their hand?

Look, my top’s off my shoulder

Meaning that I ain’t sober

I’m an open gas line in a room full of chainsmokers

I’m blowing the fuck up

Cocky, conceited with nose up

I’m back in the building

I know that you’re feeling

Like open cadavers with no guts

I’m a mortician making cuts

Lay ‘em down, roll ‘em up

My body of work got it sewed up

My flow stupid, yellow bus

King shit, Los Angeles

Ain’t never seen me on this trip

LSD, weed sticks

Poppin’ needles, seamstress

God damn it, I’m fly

Or maybe I’m just high

Last time I killed a rapper

It made the cover of Vibe

My hand still on that work

I get it off on the first

I cook the crack and then wrap it up

And then put it back in my verse

This shit take loyalty

A clique is more than me

Try to hate on some sucker shit

And get stitched up, embroidery

I ain’t said enough

No need to say no more

I brought a few niggas with me

And they all came for war

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

What you know about

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

What you know about

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

What you know about

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

What you know about it?

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

What you know about

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

What you know about

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

What you know about

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

What you know about it?